Yes, exactly! [He tips his goblet in delight and accidentally spills a bit of ale. Oops. Still, how lovely it is to be understood, if not appreciated! Not appreciated as he'd once been, but apparently a few weeks here and he was already a little desperate for a pinch of acknowledgement.] But worry not, it's plenty lucrative. [He sips.] It was. And it will be again.

[Not that he thinks Hector cares a whit about whether he makes coin or not, but that's simply how Jaskier is. And if he, perhaps, can help his friend, or some other poor bastard in those cells, then he may as well use the coin for good.

Jaskier barks a laugh.] Good? Where I come from, I'm the best. I see no reason that doesn't remain true even here. Plenty of shit bards all around the place. [He smiles. Being drunk certainly won't stop him.] You know, if you want to hear me, all you have to do is ask.